Chapter 489 - 487: A Few More Slaps

Chapter 489: Chapter 487: A Few More Slaps

"Let me go."

"Kaelan, you are outrageous."

Blackeye’s Primordial Spirit had been ripped from her body by Kaelan. He had used Magic to shrink it down to the size of his palm, and now he held it tightly in his hand.

The woman, Blackeye, struggled, trying to escape. But she was held fast, unable to move. No matter how desperately her Primordial Spirit fought to break free from his grasp, it was useless.

He raised his hand and slapped her Primordial Spirit several times.

"You... you dare to strike me."

Staring up at the towering Kaelan, her shrunken Primordial Spirit trembled with rage.

Before she could say another word, her Primordial Spirit was slapped several more times.

He had imbued the slaps with Magic, so with each one, the woman known as Blackeye felt excruciating pain wrack her Divine Soul.

"So talkative." Kaelan’s gaze was glacial as he looked down at her. "So, you’ve finally seen a day like this. When you treated my mother and sister’s lives as if they were worthless weeds, you probably never imagined that when your own life was held in someone else’s hand, it would be no different! Oh, wait. Your life is even more worthless. Less than a weed on the side of the road."

Gazing at the translucent Primordial Spirit in his hand, the hatred on Kaelan’s face intensified. His grip tightened, a layer of magical light shimmering over his fingers. The Primordial Spirit caught in his grasp could not help but let out a bloodcurdling scream.

"AAAAHH... Stop..."

"Kaelan, you insolent brat! How dare you treat me this way! I am your father’s concubine! You can’t do this to me!"

Kaelan sneered. "Just watch me. And don’t worry, I won’t let you die so easily. I’m going to torture you slowly, make you wish for death, until your Divine Soul dissipates bit by painful bit. Only then can I honor the spirits of my mother and sister in heaven."

He loosened his grip, then tightened it again.

Back and forth.

The Primordial Spirit in his hand screamed relentlessly. Sometimes, death is no release. The torment inflicted upon the Divine Soul is a fate worse than death itself.

Seeing this, Celeste Grant, who was standing to the side, let out a sinister chuckle. She held out her hand, a few Soul Destruction Needles pinched between her fingers. The needles radiated a ghastly chill that could be felt even from a distance. One prick from these and a Divine Soul would be worn down to a state of living death.

She smiled faintly and said, "Fellow Cultivator, try piercing her with these. I guarantee she’ll be unable to live and unable to die. You can inject a small amount of Cultivation into them, and it will make her Primordial Spirit slowly dissipate. She won’t be dying anytime soon."

Kaelan’s eyes fell upon the Magic Treasure held between Celeste Grant’s fingers. He raised an eyebrow slightly and murmured, "This is... the Soul Destruction Needle."

The Soul Destruction Needle. As the name implied, one prick could extinguish a Divine Soul. Of course, it wasn’t just for instant annihilation; it could also be used for slow, agonizing torture. ’This fellow Cultivator is a godsend,’ Kaelan thought. ’And she has such wonderful things.’

"Yes, it’s the Soul Destruction Needle."

Celeste Grant nodded slightly. She smiled and said, "I’ve used the Soul Destruction Needle before. It’s excellent for stabbing people." After speaking, her gaze shifted to the Primordial Spirit clutched in his hand, and she added in a low voice, "What a coincidence. Back in the Lower Realm, I used this very Soul Destruction Needle on her daughter. She couldn’t take it and begged for mercy constantly. A pity for her that it didn’t work on me."

Hearing this, Blackeye, now nothing but a Primordial Spirit, widened her eyes. She looked up at Celeste Grant, furiously waving her tiny hands. "You... it was you... You were the one who opposed my daughter in the Lower Realm, who almost prevented her from returning to Empyria!"

"You’re Celeste Grant! I know you! You had a hand in my daughter’s death! I will not let any of you go!"

When her daughter had first awoken, she was constantly coughing up blood, her Divine Soul perilously weak. Upon questioning, Blackeye learned that her daughter’s body in the Lower Realm had been destroyed and her Primordial Spirit had dissipated. It was only because Blackeye had used the Golden Crow Clan’s Spiritual Medicine that her daughter recovered. After that, her daughter descended to the Lower Realm for revenge. Blackeye had assumed she wouldn’t need to intervene to deal with a mere ant from the Lower Realm.

But unexpectedly, after arriving here, her daughter had encountered Kaelan, who had been hiding in this realm, and had fallen victim to his viciousness. Now her daughter’s true body was dead, her Divine Soul scattered. No matter how much Spiritual Medicine or how many Magic Treasures Blackeye possessed, she could never save her daughter.

The thought filled her with seething hatred.

’It’s all the fault of these two little beasts before me.’

At this thought, she couldn’t stop herself from shouting, "It’s all your fault! It’s all your fault! You killed my daughter, you two little beasts!"

Celeste Grant’s eyes narrowed. Before the woman could utter another curse, she struck with lightning speed, plunging a Soul Destruction Needle down into the top of her head.

"AAAAAHHHH..."

In that instant, her Primordial Spirit trembled, its translucent form curling into a tight ball.

"No... stop..."

It was clear the Soul Destruction Needle was just as effective on the Primordial Spirits of Celestria.

Her Primordial Spirit’s hands trembled as she spoke, her voice shaking. "You... you... A mere Cultivator from Humanity in the Lower Realm... How dare you use a Soul Destruction Needle on me! You deserve to die!"

After that single prick, the woman Blackeye’s Primordial Spirit trembled, her voice growing weak and quiet. This was the result of her Divine Soul being torn apart; the pain made her shake just from speaking.

Seeing her trembling, unable to even speak properly, Celeste Grant gave a cold laugh. She glanced at the remaining Soul Destruction Needles between her fingers and murmured, "Just call me Matron Rhodes."

Kaelan, still standing in place, glanced at the Soul Destruction Needles, then at the woman’s curled-up Primordial Spirit in his hand. He said, "Thank you, fellow Cultivator."

As he spoke, he extended his hand. At the same time, the Soul Destruction Needles flew from Celeste Grant’s hand to his. With a slight flick of his finger, the needles floated in his palm, controlled by his Telekinesis.

Seeing the needles, Blackeye’s Primordial Spirit trembled instinctively. "No, you can’t do this."

A single needle had felt like her Primordial Spirit was about to disperse. If all of them were used on her, she would dissipate completely between heaven and earth. Her Primordial Spirit would be annihilated, truly dead, unable to even reincarnate.

The Soul Destruction Needles floated beside Kaelan. With a thought, he sent them plunging into his enemy’s Primordial Spirit, one by one. The needles crisscrossed inside her, drilling through her Primordial Spirit.

"No... AHH..."

One scream followed another.

Under the assault of the Soul Destruction Needles, the woman Blackeye’s Primordial Spirit began to dissipate, bit by bit.

Celeste Grant spoke up. "You’re getting to experience the same path your daughter walked. See how kind I am? Always so considerate of you both."

There was a smile on Celeste Grant’s face.

A gentle smile.

Celeste Grant glanced at Kaelan and saw that he wouldn’t be letting Jocelyn Grant’s mother go anytime soon.

With that thought, she quietly walked over to Javier Sinclair and said in a low voice, "Darling, let’s go home."

"Mm," Javier Sinclair agreed with a hum.

"Let’s go." As soon as he spoke, the Barrier he had set up here was withdrawn. At the same time, he and Celeste Grant vanished from sight.

The two of them left without a sound.

When Kaelan looked over, they were already gone.

He was stunned for a moment, but quickly recovered, bowing deeply and saying softly, "I respectfully see you off, fellow Cultivators. Once I have settled my personal grievances, I will pay you a personal visit."